← v5n2, Fall 2006
Poetry · Volume 5, Number 2

Love Light (Shadenfreude)

The tomato sauce upsets twice,

almost suffocating his small self,

that much sauce—but no

blood, no, the dream’s resistant,

not a single lip’s

bitten for the taste.

Certainly I taste

the granular wave of sauce

and inhale and cough

then wipe his face with my skirt

which could be skin the way

I pull it from my hips.

I have to undress him, the groceries

cold in their cans,

the red pouring out meaning,

canceling light so cold

you groan, almost

inside me. I open

my eyes, the curtain glowing

across the alley as red as

flame—grief

can be that strong.